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Neisha purred and stretched out on the couch, his rear lifting into the air as he did so. "Mmm..." he kneaded the arm of the chair, giggling. He loved catnip.

Salali wandered around aimlessly. Never having been here before he wasn't sure what he should do. Maybe he should try to meet new people?

Neisha peeked over the arm of the couch, and mewled when he caught sight of someone. He purred heavily, his tail wiggling, then he pounced and tackled Salali, nuzzling him.

Salali crashed to the ground with a startled yelp. The last thing he had been expecting was to be tackled. "Wha?!"

Neisha purred louder, giggling and kicking his feet as he kissed his cheek. "Hello!"

Salali stared at the cat sitting on him. "Ummm...hello? Do you pounce all the squirrels you see or am I special?"

"You're specialllll. Prrrrr," Neisha sat up, giving him a lazy smile and wiggling his tail happily.

Chuckling softly Salali reached up and gently stroked the cats hair. "I'm Salali and you're the welcoming comittee I see."

Neisha giggled and leant his head into the hand, "Not officially, but you can say that."

Sitting up carefully so as not to knock the cat over he grinned faintly, "It's nice to meet you anyways. Even if you haven't told me what your name is yet."

"Neisha Grimm," he leant forward and rubbed against him, purring again.

Salali hugged the cat warmly, "Neisha is pretty. Grimm doesn't seem to fit you very well though."

"It's a bit of an oxymoron," Neisha said, then giggled, "My parents weren't as bright and happy as me."

"From what I have observered children do have a way of being the opposite of their parents."

Neisha nuzzled him, then snickered, "Yeah. They were prudes, and I'm the Sex Fairy."

Salali choked faintly, "Sex fairy? I didn't know there was such a thing! ...what do you put beneath people's pillows?"

Neisha smirked, kissing the bridge of his nose, "Nothing goes under the pillow."

"I don't know about that...I can think of some fun stuff to find under a pillow." Salali leered faintly.

Neisha giggled, wrapping his arms around Salali's shoulders, "Oh really?"

"Certain types of clothing and toys would be nice. 'Course you'd have to take them out from under the pillow to play with them." Salali lightly wraps his arms around Neisha's waist.

"Ah, but then why put them there at all?" Neisha smirked, "Heck, why have a pillow there at all." He giggled, and nuzzled his neck, "Not like I'd be laying down."

Salali giggled himself, "Pillows can be fun though. You can hug your pillow when watching a scary movie, you can have pillow fights with friends, you can prop things up with pillows."

"Aaah, you hold a very valid point," Neisha said, grinning, "They are helpful for propping things."

Salali nods, "Exactly. Pillows are a good thing. And of course when you don't want them you can throw them at the wall and not worry about breaking them."

Neisha sat back, grinning and biting his lip, "My catnips wearing off."

Leaning back a bit so that he could study Neisha better, "Is that bad? They don't have catnip for squirrels. Though I do go insane when I have soda."

"No, it's not bad." He giggled, "Doesn't mean I have to stop cuddling you."

"I'm glad that it's not bad and that you don't have to stop cuddling me!" He hugged the cat tightly.

Neisha kissed his chin, grinning, "So. You tied down?"

Salali's brow raises and he smirks, "Not at the moment. Why? Did you want to tie me down?"

"Only if you feel like it," Neisha replied, smirking.

Salali grinned brightly. "I can resist anything but temptation."

"Why resist temptation anyway," Neisha smiled sweetly, wrapping both tails around Salali and twitching his wings.

Salali returns the favor by wrapping his fluffy tail around Neisha, "You know...I've never quite figured that one out myself now that you mention it."

Neisha giggled, "People are scared of affection from random people," he played with Salali's hair.

Salali snorted quietly, "You're not hurting me any so why should I be afraid?"

"You shouldn't," Neisha smirked, "You're one of the few willing ones. Most people like to have only one mate."

Salali looked slightly confused, "Why? You can love more than one person at a time."

Neisha chuckled, "I know. And I don't mind sharing."

Sighing he shook his head, "People are weird. As long as no one gets hurt it should be fine. Of course you share. You're the sex fairy."

"That I am. And if you're a good boy, I might come visit you at night," Neisha said, purring.

Laughing softly, "Oh? Are you sure you want me to be a GOOD boy?"

"Only until I get there."

Nodding his head, "Ok then. I'll be good until you get there then all bets are off."

Neisha smirked, "Sounds good to me," he leant and gave him a swift kiss, giggling. Nothing wrong with being a whore <3

"Hey...come back here!" Salali grinned at the cat as he pulled him back for a longer kiss.

Neisha chuckled and kissed him heatedly, purring into his mouth.

Salali chucked a bit. The purring made the kiss tickle some. He rather enjoyed it though.

Piper pops into the guild, glancing around hair fluffed up around his face. He had dressed warmly for once, a dark sweater and his black leather pants. His tail swushed as he looked around.

Panya walked into the guild. Running his fingers through his hair he looked around for the unicorn he had met the last time he had been there. Not seeing him he shrugged and walked further into the room.

Piper oooohed at the mouse stepped in the room, watching the thin tail move back and forth. Slowly he followed, watching the fabric move against the yellow skin, before pouncing batting at the tail.

Panya yelped in surprise and jumped a mile. Looking behind him he blinked a moment, "Uhhh...hello?"

Piper giggled laying on the floor, eyes squinting as he smiled. "Hello. Who are you?"

"Panya. Who are you? And in case you didn't notice that's mine." He said pointing to his tail with a faint smile.

"Piper, my name is Piper." The cat replied, tugging on the tail once before letting go. "It caught your attention though."

"Oh my...a cat caught a mouse. I never saw THAT one coming!" Panya joked.

Piper chuckled streching out before roll in and up to his feet. "No one does," He fluffed his hair up before smiling. "Hi Panya. "

Snickering to himself, "Hello Piper."

The cat shook his head, walking slowly. "Would you like something to eat, drink?"

"Well as long as I'M not on the menu..." the mouse grinned to show he was joking.

Piper blinked. "Why would you be on the menu." Nose wrinkles.

"Just making a joke about how cats like mice. What are we having?" he grinned.

A white unicorn sat in a comfy chair with a hoof over the partner knee as he looked over some paperwork. In his hands was a pack of cards, rhythmically shuffling; he hardly noticed the fidgeting as he frowned, deeply in thought.

Panya walked into the room looking around curiously. It had been a while since he had been out and he was bored with dealing with the same old people at his place. He noticed the unicorn and walked over quietly.

Chance's keen ears picked up the sound and saw the approaching mouse. Blinking turquoise eyes, the unicorn set the cards down and scooped the papers into a neat pile, all in one smooth motion. "Hello," he said, mildly curious.

Panya smiled at the unicorn. "I've never met a unicorn before. I figured someone who looks as weird as you has to be interesting."

Chance lifted a brow. Not the most tactful individual, not that he had ever won awards in that area. "I could say the same about you. I've never heard of a citrus mouse." He smirked as he spoke, then looked around for a couch or something. "Care to sit..." he asked, rubbing an oversized ear before finding one and pointing, "over there?"

Grinning happily he moved over to the seat the unicorn had pointed out and sat down chuckling, "Citrus mouse...that's cute. Are you calling me a fruit?"

Chance rose to join him, folding his papers and shoving the card deck into a back pocket. He sat down and grinned. "You're the same color as a few... but I'm not going to call you one. My name's Chance. To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"You use your tongue prettier than a 5 dollar whore." he said quoting a movie line. "I'm Panya...it means mouse. Kinda boring isn't it?"

"Ha! You have no idea." He probably had about as much practice as one, but was not about to admit that. Or that his tongue had many uses. His smirk broadened. "Practice," he said simply. "Panya rolls off the tongue nicely though. My name's Chance."

"You have to at least buy me a drink before I roll off your tongue." the mouse said with a wicked smile. "Chance is a good name. How'd did you get that name?"

"I shall remember that." What an amusing fellow. "Chance is a nickname. I like to gamble." With such an admission, he was never sure whether to feel sheepish or proud of the fact. He rarely felt either, at least in the way he probably should: proud that he had outwitted someone and made a buck off it, or sheepish that he had missed something and therefore lost a buck. So it became a simple statement of fact.

"I'm no good at that. Tried a few times and lost my pants. SInce I figured there are much more fun ways to lose ones pants I switched to doing that instead." Which was a statement that could be taken in soooo many different ways. Panya waited to see which way Chance would take it.

Chance raised a brow, curious about Panya's actual meaning. While the unicorn had spoken of gambling in terms of games, he liked any kind of gamble. Panya could be referring to strip poker, or other things... He was not about ask. "I've lost clothing at poker. The trick is in layering," he smirked.

"Layering is for wimps! I like losing my clothes 'cause then I have to bet with actions...the game gets a lot more interesting then." Panya giggled softly as he remember just how perverted the game had gotten once there was no more clothes to bet.

Chances eyes widened in surprise. Losing in that game would certainly not be like losing at all. "Wow, I'm playing poker with your party next time."

"Hah! You should see how we play truth or dare! We even managed to make scrabble dirty...but that took some work." Panya checked out Chance rather obviously, "I'll make sure to invite you the next time we play."

Chance smirked, enjoying the attention. "I look forward to it."

Cliff had a pretty crappy day, so he wasn't in the best of moods as he searched the fridge in the kitchen for some kind of alcohol. He found some coolers and made a face, seeing that they were the only thing that was available at the time. He was hoping to find something harder... Oh well. At least he'd get them and not someone else. Grabbing two of them, he opened one and carried him back out into the main room of the Sanctuary's main building, sitting back on one of the couches and putting the unopened bottle down. He downed about half of the open one before setting it down next to him and laying his head back on the couch, closing his eyes.

Myndel walks down the street humming to himself and taking swigs from a bottle in his hand. Stopping he looked around for a minute seeng the door he wanted he walked into the Sanctuary's main room. Looking around he didn't see anyone at the moment. "Hmf...maybe I should get something to eat. Rum on an empty stomach isn't the best idea."

Cliff's ears twitched slightly when he heard the new voice...He lifted his head enough to open his eyes and glance around. His golden eyes did finally see the person he heard talking. Blinking slowly, his head tilted to the side slightly... Looked like a wench... A male wench... huh....

Myndell looked around the room and noticed a golden eye looking at him. Blinking in surprise he moved closer so that he could see the other. "Hello there. I didn't know anyone else was here."

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(20 June 2007, South Carolina) A passing cabbie found a 21 year-old couple Znaked and injured in the road an hour before sunrise. The two people died at the nearest hospital without regaining consciousness. Authorities were at a loss to explain what had happened. There were no witnesses, no trace of clothing, and no wrecked cars or motorcycles.

Investigators eventually found a clue high on the roof of a nearby building: two sets of neatly folded clothes. Safe sex takes on a whole new meaning when you are perched on the edge of a pyramid-shaped metal roof. "It appears as if [they] accidentally fell off the roof," Sgt. Florence McCants said.


This is a true Darwin Award trifecta: TWO people die, WHILE in the act of procreation, due to an ASTONISHINGLY poor decision. Bottom line: If you put yourself in a precarious "position" at the edge of a pointy roof, you may well find yourself coming and going at the same time.

Ironically, one of the deceased was named "Tumbleston."

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27 July 2007, Guadalajara, Mexico) 24-year-old Jessica was working out in the Provincia Hotel's gym when she realised she needed something from the floor below. Instead of picking up the phone, using the intercom, or just walking downstairs, she decided that the open shaft of the industrial lift was the communications device for her.
So Jessica stuck her head into the empty shaft to shout to the people downstairs. And somehow, she missed noticing that the elevator was coming up towards her. If the elevator had been going down, one could say that she was in no position to observe the approaching lift. But, leaving aside the stupidity of sticking your head into an elevator shaft, if she was looking down, how could she miss the mass of metal inexorably headed her way?

Since an elevator cage and a skull are both solid objects, one had to give. Let's just say, the elevator won. Jessica will be missed by her family, but not by the gene pool.

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(12 September 2007, Tampa, Florida) The setup: A woman wins two concert tickets from a local radio station. She can't believe her luck. The Dave Matthews Band, live! She invites her friend to join her. But they are in for more than a concert experience.

Flash forward to the next morning. My buddy, head of operations at the amphitheater, looks like hell. He tells me that two women were killed the previous night at the concert. I am shocked. Nothing like this has ever happened at the amphitheater. I ask for details.

Flash back to the previous evening, 8:30pm and pouring rain. The show is delayed. Two women leave the venue to escape the rain. They pass multiple free shuttle buses that run directly to the parking lot. Instead, they opt for a shortcut across a 7-lane Interstate.

They run a hundred yards through wet grass, and jump a six-foot fence that borders the road. Ahead are 3 lanes of freeway traffic, a 100' median, and another 4 lanes of traffic. Beyond that is another six-foot fence, the maze of an 'under construction' garage, and a long hike around a casino.

All in all, the 'shortcut' to their vehicle covers a distance of about a half mile. And the women are in a torrential thunderstorm. Free shuttle bus, or mad dash across dangerous territory?

My buddy was an eyewitness when the first vehicle struck the women at 8:30 pm. Oddly, this was in the first lane of traffic, on a straightaway where one can see headlights for miles in either direction. The impact hurled the women farther into traffic, and each was struck by a second car. They did not survive the collisions.

Ironically, one of the women was an "energetic and gifted athlete" who won two national championships in gymnastics. Physical prowess is no substitute for the homespun maxim:

"Stop. Look. Listen. Or tomorrow you'll be missing."